Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.